oh dear amateur orator
they will detail their pane
in some standard refrain
they will recite their sadness
like it's some kind of contest
well if it is
i think i am winning it
all beaming with confidence
as i make my final lap
the gold medal gleams
so hang it around my neck
because i am deserving it
the champion of idiots
but a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to omaha
i know a girl who cries when she practices violin
because each note sounds so pure
it cuts right into her
and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes
now to me, everything else, just sounds like a lie
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